English Romance Series Novels & Stories

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses. “God, fuck… you’re a natural,” he groaned, weaving his fingers through my hair and gripping tighter.

Elias gripped her jawline with his fingers, his thumb digging deep into her cheek, forcing her mouth open as he drank her in. Grace let out a sharp, choked gasp into his mouth, her hands instantly flying to his chest. Her fingers curled into the crisp fabric of his white shirt, intending to tear him away, to push him out of her space. But as his tongue slid against hers, hot and demanding, a decade of buried anger, betrayal, and terrifying attraction fused into a single, blinding spark. She didn't push. She pulled.

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Luca said softly, and Elena felt her resolve weakening. "You wish," she muttered, trying to resist his charm. Luca's laughter followed her as she walked away, heading to the bathroom. * * As the days went by, Elena and Luca's arrangement seemed to be working. They had managed to keep their hands off each other for two whole days, an impressive feat considering their undeniable attraction to one another. However, their willpower was put to the test on the third day after a Romano event. Earlier that day, the Romano family had been celebrating their 70th anniversary. Elena had dressed in a stunning red flowing gown that Luca had bought for her.

She raised her eyes in surprise, wondering how he could have moved up behind her so quickly, but her mind went blank as she saw him stand at a distance, arms folded on his chest, expressionless. She glanced at her body with wide eyes, sensing someone, and adrenaline rushed through her body as she sprang near him and turned back to see someone unexpected. A woman wearing red lingerie that entirely bares all. "Scarlet, behave, and never dare to touch her again," Damien warned angrily at the young woman. "Okay , I Quit but I have to admit,she's damn Gorgeous, Daddy." She responded seductively, licking her lips and smiling at him, but it had no effect on him; he removed his gaze from her in cont

His anger was truly boiling, and he shouted fiercely, just before his fist flew towards Velia's driver. * “Whose call is it, Dad?” Angel asked as Ricardo quickly removed his hands from her naked body. He got up and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor. Intending to put on his pants, Ricardo felt Angel's kiss land on his waist. He instinctively moaned and turned his body. Angel blinked once, giving him a seductive look as she crawled naked on the bed. Ricardo succumbed to Angel's temptation. He ran his fingers through her hair and jerked it back, forcing her to look up.

I told her. "Don't worry, my lady. Once the engagement is done, you'll practically move in together," she said and I blushed. "What?" I asked, confused as to what she meant and why my heart keeps skipping a beat whenever the Prince is near, or when he barely touches me, or is close to me, or even when I think of him. "Oh, His Highness didn't tell you? I guess he's shy. He's been a little…different since he went back from a little excursion he did a couple of days before the Matching," Genevieve said.

“You are a charmer. You have to be careful, Andre, or Cat’s going to steal me away.” Andre laughs. “After the bill for this last dress, you can have her. But for the first time, I notice there’s no room on your arm.” My heart leaps into my throat. I’m not just a bystander watching this. “Hi, I’m—” “Eleni Calimeris,” Dante says smoothly. “My girlfriend. I’m sorry, Mrs. Washington, but you’ve missed your window.” She laughs. Andre laughs. Dante laughs. I force myself to laugh with them, even though my stomach is humming with butterflies. Dante called me his girlfriend! To other people!

"Language, Elena. I think you need to be filled up until you can't say another goddamn word." He guided himself into her mouth, his hands gripping her head to set the pace. Elena took him greedily, her throat opening up to accommodate his thickness, while Roman continued to devour her from below. The sensory overload was total-the taste of Jax, the friction of Roman's tongue, and the overwhelming scent of aroused male musk. Roman shifted, his eyes locked on Jax. The rivalry was still there, but it had morphed into a shared, focused obsession. He positioned his cock at her pussy, the dark, swollen head of it stretching her open.